Kiara is surprised. She won't admit that what you did was romantic, and she won't admit that her heart skipped a beat watching you do it.

You, a Kook, protecting her from Rafe Cameron himself.

She shouldn't fall in love with a Kook, that's in the rules but... She's also a Kook, in a sense. Kiara had a few encounters with you, her criticizing you for being a typical lackey of the Cameron family—mostly Rafe—and the occasional hostile look. But Kiara never saw you in a way... attractive maybe?

No, she is just sitting on the floor in front of you, your back resting somewhat tiredly on the bed frame. She's just lightening your wound with an ice pack on your left eye, that's nothing out of this world, it's normal.

She needs to reward you for what you did. "Hold still," she murmured, making an obviously fake frown as her fingers lightly brushed your face. You and Kiara are in a desolate room, as far away as possible from the terrible party they having over there.

"Don't ask me why we're here." She spat, looking up into your eyes. JJ wanted her and the rest to infiltrate a Kooks party, taking advantage of Kiara's benefits of being a Pogue/Kook.

Her face is close to yours. Kiara cannot fall in love, but with what has happened it is impossible.